Since I was a little girl I’ve always had a fondness for the World Cup. It brings back fond memories of family get togethers where we ate choripan’s and entrana and shouted “GOAL” from the top of our lungs. The World Cup is so much more to me then a just a soccer game. It’s a feeling of nostalgia. It’s a knowing

I remember four years ago going by my cousin’s restaurant to watch the game with a few what seemed like hundreds of Argentinians. We stuffed ourselves into a room the size of bathtub, squeezed chairs into tables that were meant for only 4 people and we all turned our faces and chairs in the same direction…towards the flat screens located above the bar. We drank Quilmes and red wine and ate canaloni’s, gnocchi, and every piece of meat that warmed on the mini bbq’s that were scattered across our tables. We screamed out load at the ref’s unfair calls and cheered at all attempted goals. These times were always good times. And at 7am this past Saturday I was there in the very same place with the very same people cheering on our country and celebrating our nation’s pride…Lionel Mesi…lol And coming this Thursday I will be there again and every day after that my country is playing until the finals.

The last time Argentina won the World Cup was in 1986. I was 8 yrs old. I don’t remember much from that day so long ago so hopefully at 31 they will win one more time so that I can partake in Argentian History.

To me the World Cup means family, life, and many more GOALS to achieve!

“Viva ARGENTINA!”